Lyrics
Remember this shy kid?
He wasn’t cool, but neither a fool,
Short sleeps, worries ‘bout where to step his feet,
Had to man up to protect his teeth (indeed!)
Energy! Yeah, that was me,
I’m glad to remind some memories,
Buildings around burnt down to shit
The thicker the dust, the more to spill
And the less to share for us
Forgotten kids from difficulties
Afraid to fail because of the most
Fricative feelings from freaking cracked licketies.
(And other shits) stress plays often
I guess bad luck follows to the coffin
I guess everybody wants a piece of pie
But seems like mankind won’t listen
We all know who pulls the strings
We all know it! And that’s the thing!
Messing all around, I’d love some profit
But the motherfucking ship won’t stop tossing
You can’t control this energy
I feel like the boost for your sprint
You can’t handle this energy
Former enemies with such lack of skills
Working on it hard, no rest for our spark
Gotta getaway from the mud, non-stop!
Gotta get my shit together, no claps!
Gotta survive, talk about it in my tracks
Working on it hard, no rest for our spark
Gotta getaway from the mud, non-stop!
Gotta get my shit together, no claps!
Gotta survive, talk about it in my tracks
Reminiscing to break the tempo
Hold your mouth while my words go
Burying styles in the glow
It’s not so easy to control this flow
Practicing from abstraction
I’m just here taking action
Another guy renegade of funk
Hooked by a weirdy attraction.
And that’s the story so far
Smoky nights and whisky in the jar
Not so glamorous, I know, but hey!
Keep for you your shitty caviar.
There are no magic words to convey
The necessary understanding to play
It ain’t gonna be as yesterday
So fade away with no delay
You can’t control this energy
I feel like the boost for your sprint
You can’t handle this energy
Former enemies with such lack of skills
Working on it hard, no rest for our spark
Gotta getaway from the mud, non-stop!
Gotta get my shit together, no claps!
Gotta survive, talk about it in my tracks
Working on it hard, no rest for our spark
Gotta getaway from the mud, non-stop!
Gotta get my shit together, no claps!
Gotta survive, talk about it in my tracks